Rebirth of the First Emperor

When Ying Zheng returned to the house, it was already the beginning of the night and he was wandering aimlessly on the street alone. Ying Zheng liked this kind of life very much. He didn't need to think about anything and there was no pressure at all.

Back at the house, at the gate, he saw Dao Feng standing motionless and looking straight ahead. Ying Zheng walked over and patted Dao Feng on the shoulder, teasing: "Dao Dao is still looking at the gate so late.

Could it be that he has fallen in love with that young lady?"

When Dao Feng saw Ying Zheng, he cupped his hands and clasped his fists. He ignored Ying Zheng's joke and said with a smile: "Sir, Miss Zhao is in your study now. She has been waiting for an hour."

Judging from this smile, it was probably a bit of schadenfreude. Zhao Wanshuang had only been to Ying Zheng's study once. That time, the sword was placed on Ying Zheng's neck, which was very charming. What "good thing" happened this time?

Slowly, the muscles on Dao Feng's serious face began to twitch, and Ying Zheng suddenly felt something was wrong, so he asked in a low voice: "Master Dao, come on, tell me what's going on inside?

"As he said that, Ying Zheng naturally put his arms around Dao Feng's shoulders. The feeling was so good!

Dao Feng glanced at Ying Zheng with a smile on his face, paused for a moment and then said slowly: "Sir, there are Miss Zhao and Miss Xiaoyin inside. Now, I guess Miss Zhao is messing with your collection of books.

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The corners of his mouth twitched. Ying Zheng knew that trouble was still coming, but he couldn't think about it anymore. Although the books in the study were not collected by him through hard work, they were his favorite things. These were all in

Many of the good things found in Fu Jun's home were ancient documents from previous dynasties, and they were all precious. Ying Zheng had been relying on these books these days to have a deeper understanding of the mainland.

Zhao Wanshuang, a young girl who only knew how to wield swords and guns, was troubled in the eyes of Dao Feng, a big boss. The specific true situation needs to be investigated.

Opening the door, you can see the snow-white clothes, the tight-fitting clothes wrapped around the towering shuangfeng, a snow lotus blooming on the chest, a beautiful face, wavy eyes, a small cherry mouth, a slim waist, and a hint of mature temperament all over the body, it's wonderful

Yan, she is as beautiful as a painting. This person is none other than Zhao Wanshuang, the eldest lady of the Sanyang Sect.

Behind Zhao Wanshuang, the innocent and lovely Mo Xiaoyin was lowering her head, like a child who had done something wrong and did not dare to face Ying Zheng. This look was very pitiful.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but sigh, and walked in with a gloomy face. At first glance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he almost cursed. Sure enough, the torment in Dao Feng's mouth really needs to be more effective. There are bamboo slips scattered everywhere in the study.

, the large bookcase at the end of the study room contains hundreds of volumes of bamboo slips, all placed in a mess, all in disorder, and the order has been disrupted, making it look like this place has been visited by a gentleman.

"Well, Magistrate Yingda is finally back. I'm thinking about whether I should burn some bamboo slips for barbecue when I'm bored later. It just so happens that I haven't finished eating yet and I'm hungry." Zhao Wanshuang said softly.

Lip, said in a tricky tone.

Ying Zheng frowned immediately after hearing this, and looked at Xiao Nizi who lowered her head and bit her lip tightly. Ying Zheng wanted to laugh for a while. This problem was with Xiao Nizi, but who said

How is Xiao Nizi so kind?

Facing the aggressive Zhao Wanshuang, Ying Zheng didn't want to pay attention, but pretended to be relaxed and said to Mo Xiaoyin: "Xiaoyin, come to the young master and give him a shoulder. After shopping for a day, the young master's back is sore.

My back hurts!”

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyin raised her head and looked at Ying Zheng in disbelief. After a while, her eyes filled with tears and she bit her mouth tightly. The pear blossoms looked like spring rain, and Ying Zheng couldn't help but rise.

There was a burst of love. Just with this expression, whatever Mo Xiaoyin did wrong, Ying Zheng felt that it could be forgiven.

"Come here, Master, I don't blame you. Being kind is not wrong." Ying Zheng waved to Mo Xiaoyin gently and said comfortingly. When Ying Zheng said this, he never looked at Zhao Wanshuang and had not thought about what to do for the time being.

How to face this heroine who was obviously in a rage, so I simply didn't speak and had to wait for the heroine to speak on her own initiative so that I could take advantage of him.

Mo Xiaoyin quickly stood beside Ying Zheng and said to Ying Zheng apologetically: "Master, I'm sorry, Xiaoyin didn't mean it."

Ying Zheng shook his head with a smile, gently stroked Mo Xiaoyin's forehead hair, and said with a proud expression: "Young Master should be happy. My little girl is so kind, and Young Master is really happy."

When Mo Xiaoyin heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy when he saw that Ying Zheng's face didn't look fake, but he still asked: "Really? Master, don't you really blame Xiaoyin?"

Ying Zheng nodded and shaved Xiao Nizi's nose. This time, Xiao Nizi did not spit on Ying Zheng as usual, but her cheeks were filled with rosy clouds, which looked very attractive.

Ying Zheng and Mo Xiaoyin were having a conversation here as if no one was watching. Zhao Wanshuang didn't say anything, but just looked at the two of them quietly, as if waiting for Ying Zheng to speak first and give her a reasonable explanation.

Just from this, you can see Zhao Wanshuang's temperament as a young lady.

So, Ying Zheng didn't know what to say, Zhao Wanshuang waited for Ying Zheng to take the initiative to speak. Although Mo Xiaoyin was comforted by Ying Zheng, she still thought that she had done something wrong and kept her head down without speaking.

The scene was extremely eerily quiet.

The candle flame was beating, and the moths were performing the trick of fighting the fire, sizzling. The candle slowly burned out, and then went out. However, no one spoke in the middle, and even the eyes of the three people did not intersect with each other.

"What's going on with you guys? The candles have all gone out." Dao Feng's voice came faintly from outside the door. Before there was any movement in the room, he heard Dao Feng continue to say: "You didn't say anything. Did you all fall asleep? Since

This way, the little ones won’t be disturbed.”

After saying that, he walked away laughing.

Inside the room, Zhao Wanshuang angrily scolded: "Get out." One word expressed everything. It was really exquisite.

Mo Xiaoyin quickly lit the candle, and there was light in the room again. However, at this time, Zhao Wanshuang could no longer sit still. Ying Zheng obviously didn't want to say anything. If he sat down like this, there would be no light even at dawn.

What result.

"Ying Zheng, I didn't expect you to be such a person. You are indeed a capable person who has been through the mountains!" Zhao Wanshuang gritted her teeth every word, her pretty eyes were filled with anger, and she hated Ying Zheng to the extreme.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked directly at Zhao Wanshuang, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Zhao, you are the eldest lady of the Sanyang Sect. You have lived in fine clothes and fine food since you were a child. Of course, you have never thought about the sufferings of the lower class like us.

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